king of black mist.

Chapter 79 Hunting
Back at the loft apartment, Li Changzhou's IQ dropped to 5 points again.

Du Hua, the original owner of "Photo Transmission", whether he kneels at the woman's feet or walks over to open the door for a stranger, is probably in a negative state of declining IQ.

If his IQ is only 5 points of an ordinary person, and only 3 points are left after going out and going home, then even if he does not meet Li Changzhou, he will be picked up by someone else sooner or later.

Bi's "mind power" requires biting a lollipop.

Li Changzhou's "Mysterious Black Mist" is even less convenient. If it wasn't for "Gemini", he was lucky enough to become a black card player, and he has two teammates. Probability of killing a hero - Players who are killed had better check themselves.

Hearing that Li Changzhou, whose IQ dropped and became self-pitying, finished speaking, Yang Qinglan, who was wiping his hair, replied flatly:
"Actually, there are other ways."

"any solution?"

"Rely on your 9-point charm to deceive female players, and then find a way to kill her and rob her of her instincts and skills."

"A gentleman loves money, so take it!" Halfway through speaking, Li Qianxia came over and wiped the excess night cream on Li Changzhou's face.

The intensity doesn't seem to be skin care, but taking the opportunity to play with him.

After taking a shower, Bi, who was wearing Li Qianxia's T-shirt, crossed her thin bare legs, drinking milk while watching TV.

After applying face cream, Li Changzhou felt that his whole body became more fragrant, and he also drank milk (the doctor told him to drink a glass of warm milk every night).

He didn't think it was necessary, but Li Qianxia, ​​like a court lady who gave the emperor chronic poison, brought it to him regularly every day and supervised him to drink it up.

"By the way, little princess, I have a question for you." He said as if remembering.

"Ask, cub." Bea didn't take her eyes off the TV, "The Mole's Tale".

".Why is your ID card ID 'It's Che'? It's still in Chinese."

"Switch to Chinese, click randomly."

"That's right, that's right, sometimes I do that too!" Li Qianxia nodded empathetically, "The phone's wifi is just random typing of English letters."

After Yang Qinglan finished drying her hair, she also sat on the bed, took the remote control, and switched to the news channel.

"What are you doing! Change it back for me!" Bi rushed up. Before he rushed up, he was already bounced off the bed like a bottle cork.

"Bitch! Bitch! Mother"

Bi flew back to the bed like a cork again, Yang Qinglan lifted the quilt on the bed and covered Bi's body.

"Uh! Whoooo! Uh-"

Bi's legs kicked around, and the neat bed became a mess.

Seeing that Yang Qinglan's face remained unchanged, Li Qianxia watched TV calmly while holding the quilt with her hand, and couldn't help but feel worried about the safety education of the next generation of the Li family.

Li Changzhou smacked his lips twice, suspecting that he drank the night cream on his lips.

Can I eat night cream?

"By the way, brother," Li Qianxia came over, and quietly asked Bi, who was lying still like a dead body, "Other white card players have missions, why don't you?"

Li Changzhou thought for a while, and said, "Before the game gave me the task, did I kill enough black card players?"

Li Qianxia felt that the elder brother's answer was 5 points of intelligence, but it made sense.

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In the second half of the night, on the east bank of the Vltava River, Hemingway's bar.

Aferona stepped on the night, pushed open the door, and sat at the bar directly opposite the door.

"Pretty red-haired lady, what do you need?" the bartender with the beard asked.

Aferona picked up the menu, glanced at it, and closed it: "JALISCO, thank you."

She took a shower and put on a sexy dress, her breasts were half exposed, white and plump.

The red hair is scattered, and the ends of the hair still have the dampness after bathing. They have been painted with some Tolu Sadi perfume, and they are as beautiful as the goddess of the night walking out of the Vltava River.

The first thing you need to be a mistress is to be beautiful, and the temperament should not be bad.

"A beauty who appeared in a bar late at night." Someone immediately came over to strike up a conversation, "Have a drink together?"

"No, thank you." She refused, but Aferona smiled charmingly.

"Why? The Charles Bridge is not romantic enough tonight?"

"Romantic? The Charles Bridge was sprayed with water by a giant tortoise, and a sacred elephant is said to be alive."

"That's just a street performer's performance." The man raised his eyebrows, disapproving, "Isn't there always such a thing? Paint the body and keep it motionless, making people think it's a sculpture."

"Miss, your JALISCO." The bartender came over.

"Thank you." Aferona took a sip from her glass.

The man's Adam's apple swallowed along with her slender neck.

After drinking, Aferona said sorry to the man: "I like special men."

"How special it must be." Another man's voice came from the corner.

The man came out from the shadows, with blond hair, not very tall, not very strong, but walking slowly, like a lion patrolling his territory.

Aferona smiled when she saw him.

"You," she stroked her flaming red lips, "a man who drinks cider is very special."

"I think so too." The blond man drank the cider in his hand, staring at Aferona like a lion thinking about how to attack a white sheep.

The man who struck up a conversation at the beginning twitched the corner of his mouth and retreated a little unwillingly.

The blond man came over and drank with Aferona. After he finished drinking the cider, Aferona finished half of the JALISCO, and the two left Hemingway's bar.

"Where do you live?" Aferona asked drunkenly.

The hot and sweet smell of alcohol in his mouth was gently blowing on the blond man's face, and the wine in the blond man's stomach was as hot as if it had been ignited.

"Here." The blond man pointed forward, and reached out to Loua Ferona's waist.

Aferona avoided it as if she was drunk, her wet eyes flickered, and she said with a smile: "That's an alley, why do you live there?"

"I am special."

"I do not believe."

"There are always some special people in this world who can do things that others can't."

"Living in the alley counts?"

"No, it happened after we got to the alley."

Yaferona giggled and said, "Are you very... powerful?"

"You'll know when you go." The blond man stretched out his arms again.

Yaferona still avoided it, and said teasingly, "Let me see how powerful it is first."

The two walked towards the alley, disappeared among the medieval street lamps, and merged into the night.

The blond man walking in front suddenly felt a chill in his fiery body, he quickly held his breath, and felt a numbness in his back the next moment.

An extremely strong force hit his back.

He staggered, unable to control his body, and propped his palms on the ground.

At the same time, something broke, and it seemed that a cloud of air was blown away and spread across his back.

The blond man stood up, turned around and grinned at Aferona and said, "You are special too."

"Yes." Yaferona also smiled.

The blond man turned his eyes and looked at the thing that attacked him. There was a cloud of human-shaped gray fog, and the fog on the "right leg" was gone.

"However, it seems that it is not special enough." The blond man grinned grimly, exuding a sharp and stern murderous air, "Dare to come if there is a cloud of fog."

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
Nineteen clouds of gray fog blocked the alley.

The grin on the blond man's face froze instantly.

Two minutes later, Aferona walked out of the alley, playing with a black identity card like turning over a room card in her hand.

"A man who can't hold on for two minutes dares to strike up a conversation." She laughed contemptuously and happily.

Lift up the skirt, put the ID card in the card box close to the inside of the thigh, and continue hunting.

(End of this chapter)